When every line you write
Laughs at you
On your face every word
Mocks at you
When all the fantasies
Stand up to you
When loss
Like death visits you
When happiness is the bird
Flown out of your hand
Is this a dilemma
Of faith strong
Or weak
Or is it walking on the sword
Sharper than a knife
Thinner than a hair
Is this life
Islamabad
20/4/2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
‘Life: Sharp as sword Bitter as quinine Unsavory like stale food If you feel. But Nectarine if one Looks indifferently Irrespective of pain pleasure Live with live humane face Take up the challenge With broad smile’ ~ niv Excellent poem Sir and perfectly knitted 10 Ms. Nivedita UK